… because there is NO WAY I could have left with our air freight today if you have not said at least one little prayer for my underwear. God provided a way, in a land where there are no systems worth trusting. More than EVER before I have faith in my God. He protects. Loves. Provides. I spent the morning at the airport with our 19 month old, Neo, and the most helpful Burundian ever, Fabrice. Somehow, and I did not believe my eyes when it happened, our air freight was loaded into the vehicle and we drove off… $300 and 4 hours later, after attempting 7 other times.
Now the kids are happily playing in a pile of their toys. This whole experience has gotten me thinking though, about what we think we need and what we really do. Some of the things in the air frieght have just made me laugh. “Who packed this?’ I find myself saying. Oh, yeah… I did.
Love,
Kristy
Grandma’s prayer group prayed again on Wednesday-the tricycle story was so pathetic. Your milkman is a treasure! $300, 7 trips, plus the $2,000 before. It isn’t just the stuff-it is some connection with normalcy from before and some small comforts plus toys for boys to be creative and content. Hallelujah!
Whoo-hoo!! What a great picture to capture the excitement and relief of having those bins back in your possession!!! We’ve been praying for you – the kids are going to be so excited to hear about this magnificent answer to prayer! It must be like a mini-Christmas to open those bins and re-discover what’s inside! ENJOY! You’ve earned it!
SO SO SO SO SO HAPPY FOR YOU!